Meir

They grunt like Celtic Frost and blaaargh like black-metal demons on top of it all, but these Norwegians' bottom end is garage-rocking punk, more indebted to their countrymen Turbonegro than to their countrymen Satyricon. Their rock side emerges as the album progresses -- fast Joy Division in "Bruane Brenn," subliminal "Sister Ray" rhythm into "Telstar" satellite-dishing in "Nekrokosmos," electro-industrial grind in "Undertro," spiraling arena-rock soloing in "Tordenbrak" and finally Grand Funkish party stomp in a closer that shares their band name. Now and then, they dance a jig in the woods.